Within five minutes of Davis and Laurie
adopting the computer-generated titular mouse (voiced by Fox), I was empathising
with the cats; after ten, I was looking for some Warfarin, and after twenty, I
wanted hideous animal experiments. Irritatingly twee, almost beyond belief,
it's hard to credit this was written by M. Night Shyamalan, of Sixth
Sense fame, since it crams in almost every saccharine cliche
imaginable, including two dreadful climaxes when one would have rotted
quite enough teeth. The sole redeeming factor are the aforementioned
felines, who are both technically magnificent and given fine character by
the likes of Palminteri and Nathan Lane.
Pretty much everyone else involved with this should hang their
heads in shame. I'm a great fan of innovation in cinema, but in this case,
it seems to have been more like Troma picking their titles first and coming
up with the content later. "I see dead rodents"? Chance would be a
fine thing.
E+